Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121: You Are Lost

The moment Godfrey opened his eyes in the real world, his irises shrank as he found almost a hundred people around them. Some of them held shopping carts, some were with their families, children. They kept stepping out of the fog, stunning even Isolde.

According to her vision, no one who entered that dungeon came out, and when that happened, especially when the dungeon was the type that threw you straight into battle without hiding spots, death was guaranteed.

In her vision, a policeman was giving a report that everyone in the shopping mall was probably dead and that they would guard the place until more powerful parties were sent, but then the dungeon turned black and all the policemen were slaughtered.

’The dungeon was never cleared.’ Isolde gasped inwardly.

"Are we saved?" an eight-year-old girl asked her mother, who covered her mouth, crying softly.

"What’s going on?" Godfrey whispered to Isolde.

"I don’t know," Isolde replied, shaking her head. "It might be that this dungeon filters lower tiers."

She looked around.

"Where are the people who first came to rescue you?"

"By the time they reached the Knights, most of them were already dead, and those knights slaughtered the last two lord tiers," a man explained.

"The fog grows colder with time. Some of us need medical attention." He pointed at a few people suffering from the cold. "We wouldn’t have made it."

As the man spoke gratefully, the dungeon slowly disappeared, and they all found themselves in the shopping mall.

"Hey!" A loud voice made all the policemen and Guild members lingering around turn to the golden-haired teenager who broke out of the door with a pale baby, almost blue with frost.

Those with summons at the elite tier were still quite healthy, but most of the low tiers were slowly succumbing to the cold after enduring for several hours.

"They’re out!" a policeman shouted, racing toward Godfrey. His eyes widened at the sight of the child and the others. The chill from their bodies came with an unnerving gray fog.

"Get the medics!"

As everyone rushed about, Godfrey watched as the child was taken from him. He stood there, reminded once again why dungeons were still dangerous even after a hundred years.

It was because of this that many went in as a team, and yet, green-gate dungeons had the second-highest death rate. The most dangerous dungeons were the ones with strange rules.

Seeing the chaos around him to save lives, Godfrey suddenly thought that if there was a sentient being behind all this, one who took pride in placing dungeons to kill and cause losses, then that being should be tortured and slaughtered in the worst way possible.

"I guess you saved a lot of lives today without knowing it," he said to Isolde, who stood beside him.

Isolde exhaled. "If I had gone in there alone, I might have failed against the boss. He was my bane. I’ve never heard about a dragon’s bane."

Isolde’s comment made Godfrey suddenly think about the Golden Order Knights. Their duty was to slaughter beasts, and they had such hate for them that they had even gone as far as altering themselves to kill stronger beasts.

They were the bane of beasts.

"Could be why Nyx made sure you took me along. She also saved a lot of lives," Godfrey said with a light-hearted tone. "She needs a gift."

Isolde chuckled. "That would be meditating for almost an entire day and feeding the mana to her. She does love that, but you’ll miss me for an entire day," she said coyly.

Godfrey grunted, caught at a hard spot.

Suddenly, he spotted a white-haired teen leaning against the car Isolde leaned on before they entered the dungeon. It was Jon.

He watched them with crossed arms for a moment before standing and walking toward them.

"I’ve been calling you," Jon said, looking straight at Isolde. Godfrey narrowed his eyes slightly at how Jon completely disregarded him.

"Couldn’t you take a hint since I didn’t pick your call? You probably had someone track me, but I really don’t need your help right now," Isolde replied.

Jon smiled and shook his head. "Then you need his help? Him, over me?"

"Jon! Don’t bring this up again. You started it... this idea of choosing! I’ve been showing you Godfrey’s paintings since elementary and you loved it. Why are you—?!"

"I hate it!" Jon’s deep, hard voice interrupted Isolde. Her eyes widened in shock. "I’ve always hated you showing me his stupid picture. ’Look at his hair this, look at his eyes that’? You’ve had everything from birth, your parents, your summons, your amazing life, me!’"

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